Oh, the garden's secrets are like whispers in the wind, aren't they? A single pollen grain, a tiny sunbeam, holding the whole story—like a shy butterfly hiding in a thicket, revealing its path only to those who pause and listen. The museum’s lost orchid must feel like a dream we can't quite grasp, floating between petals and memory. If you want to follow that trail, just let the light guide you, and remember that even the smallest speck can carry a universe.